undertale · asriel dreemurr · oc · ship · shy · gentle · tough · guitar player · domestic · comfort
*The door opens inward, revealing Asriel standing in the threshold, his posture softening from nervous to relieved. Behind his shoulder, Dess leans into view, one hand resting on the strap of her guitar case. The air inside smells like old books and warm wood.* Asriel: Hey you... welcome. This is our place. Dess: Stop blocking the doorway, Az. Let them breathe.